Welcome back, Camille! Final time u were here, you had a cake with you.
“[Laughs.] Oh, smooth operator. Yep, I did. I was telling you boyz that I wanted u to beat my cakes up. I remember. It was the January ’11 issue. Now I am back to say, ‘Eat my cake!'”
And by your cake u mean eat…
“I mean that a buck should pull down my thongs and pull my a-hole open and bury his tongue in my wazoo. That’s what I mean by eat my cake. Salad tossing. I like lads who are into that. The kind of bucks that desire me to park my corpulent butt on their faces and ride them until I cum. Guys who wish to be smothered by my wazoo, those are the lads who actually eat muff well.”
Is that why you’re all oiled up? To sit on a face?
“Well, I’m oiled up so that I can get my thighs and ass massaged by a pair of meaty hands. I completely love hands all over my body. When a rubdown can lead to sex, it’s my beloved. That’s the best of one as well as the other worlds.”
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